in the pen tryna stack up 10 i stand on my 10 for all my bros in the pen we behind the wall tryna get it all every nickel and every dollar put em together im make me a mil when i started out i was on da coner all i did was jugg and steal always tryna make a bill now my moma living in the hills she done stacked a couple mils got the crew with me u smell us coming da gas in the air u hear us bumping got bass in the trunk stay strapped like the fourth of july dont think we play we aint coming to steal we comin for real we coming to kill aint faking aint no fronting guranteed we coming got that steel and we dressed to kill all black head to toe find out where u stay we gonna make u pay for the shit u shouldnt have did what u did now wonder why u dead i got the call i was still in the bed smoking a blunt i was like damn bruh why u did what u did u know them boys gonna come for that head